033010h Fried Fish Friday Poem by Manonton Dalan

astray dog sniffing seaweeds
scratching with her sharp paws
unwary of harsh waves, slam
her to the ground, pull 'em to sea
you could see her eyes, alarm
scrambling skinny feet to sand

villagers with throw nets chase waves
to catch anything even juvenile mullet
today they have good harvest, great
i can see their faces smiling at me
that would be nice fried fish on friday
yes, a rest day for feathers and hairs